The wind
unfurls
blinding
waves of
sleet
rain
snow
from moonless night
to sunless dawn:
a curtain sealing
us from any view
no sense
of depth:
where we not
certain
of elevation,
the roar
might be a sea
of white
rocking
and hurling us
toward
unknown shores
like some flotsam
tiny speck
of mankind
barely rooted
in these tectonic
ancient
plates
shifting hourly
like an after thought
where once glaciers
sparkled
in winter light
their shores
tinged with
great creatures
who roared
in the night.
After days
of gray
time suspended
there is a short
respite-
a breath
in time,
wrapped in
mist
a herd of elk
plods
heavily
tenderly pulling
what little
wheat grass
peers
though
mounds of snow,
geese honk
in a late flight
of escape
and
a solitary
raven
lands
on the roof:
hooded
captain
of our
floundering
prairie
schooner:
alas
we are safe.
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